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! (The Playlist Formally Known As) – Monday Made


“A person does not hear sound only through the ears;
he hears sound through every pore of his body.
It permeates the entire being, and according to its particular influence either slows or quickens the rhythm of the blood circulation;
it either wakens or soothes the nervous system.
It arouses a person to greater passions or it calms him by bringing him peace.
According to the sound and its influence a certain effect is produced.
Sound becomes visible in the form of radiance.
This shows that the same energy which goes into the form of sound before being visible is absorbed by the physical body.
In that way the physical body recuperates and becomes charged with new magnetism.”  ~Hazrat Inayat Khan (Mysticism of Sound) 

Over the summer my jogging slipped a bit. I could say it was due to me hating doing exercise in hot weather. It probably was. But I was also struggling with my music playlist.

Previously, I had this kick-ass list that got me smashing up the track. It was all girl-power-go-woman-feel-good stuff. But then I got tired of it (as you do when you listen to the same songs over and over).

My new playlist that came into action at the end of December just didn’t cut it. There was no zing song that made me want to run and extra 2km through a swamp. I didn’t feel the urge to sing along (and consequently forget about the searing pain of running exertion). It was just blah. And so was my will to run.

I had some ideas to make the running happen. I FINALLY got my treadmill out of storage and into the new place. I set it up in my workroom (which has a fantastic, inspiring view). I had crossed off one thing that was taking my running down-heat.

Anyone can tell you, running on a treadmill is physically easier than running on the road, but psychologically harder. A friend told me she couldn’t do it as “every step was an opportunity to step off”.  I needed some kind of entertaining distraction. TV was out of the question. There was no way to easily see the tv from the workroom. Next best thing? Audiobooks.

In theory, this is a great idea. I have often walked around the house doing chores listening to an audiobook. Running is not the same. Especially when you are listening to a complex story with a hundred characters all with obscure northern European names.

Treadmill fail was in full swing.

Then the weather cooled down. And I got on to Spotify and started listening to a whole heap of new music and TAH-DAH! I was back in business!

My new list is….ecclectic and fun. Here are a few:

! (The Song Formally Known As)- Regurgitator: This one has a mean beat, really funny lyrics and some of those excellent “oohhh oohhh” bits which are great to sing along too (and practically all the words I can get out when running full tilt).

Caught A Lite Sneeze- Tori Amos: I have a friend who says whenever he listens to Tori he ends up sobbing! Ha! What I like about this is the sort of industrial sounding beat and the harpsichord (whoa….did I just say HARPSICHORD??) which has a really driving riff–>key to running. I could care less about the words ;-P

Fireflies- Owl City: This might well be the Pop-iest song on my entire computer. It is so cutesy pie that I normally reserve it for turning up loud at home and dancing around the house with my kids to. But somehow that pure pop joy translates really well to running. Especially if it is one of those sunny days.

Marina Gasolina- Bonde Do Role: This song is probably familiar to people because of the Bonds ad in which it was featured. I’m not channelling hot girls running around in their underwear, I’m getting more of a tough girl from South America vibe. The beat is off the chart, so is the horn line and the “hoo-haa” and “uhhh” bits.

Pagan Poetry- Bjork: Unlikely contender for a running song. I don’t know what it was about this song. I think I have some distant, pre-Japan memories of listening to this song as I packed up all my belongings. It is a little hazy, but I get this really wierd feeling when I listen to this song. A sort of sad/happy/excited/scared resigned feeling. Also, when you are running in a copse of Pine trees with pine needles under foot, you get a bit of a woodsy magic feeling going on.

Default- Django Django: This is my new go-to song. It has a guitar riff to die for. That is all I can say. You need to listen to it for yourselves!!

I’m back on board with the running. I knocked 30 seconds off my km/min average last week. Lost some kg’s in the process. I’m really looking forward to the Run Melbourne event I will be partaking in next month. Want to sponsor me?

I *heart* Ethan Hawke


“There’s no point to any of this. It’s all just a… a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know… a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle… and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. ” Troy Dyer (Reality Bites)

I just finished watching Reality Bites which resulted in flashbacks to 15-year-old Katie. She was a funny teenager. Frizzy, home permed hair dyed a deep red. Huge Tori Amos fan. Doc Martin wearing. Social cigarette smoking. Angsty poem writer. Lover of Ethan Hawke.

I still love Ethan, but watching Reality Bites tonight really made me see how my tastes have changed. When I was 15, I adored Troy Dyer Ethan. His long hair and scruffy facial stylings (what would you call that attempt at facial hair?). I loved all the deep crap he spouted. His band’s name was oh so clever and I really was dying to have a “you, me and five bucks” moment with him (that would of course end in a hot pash).

Now I look at the character of Troy Dyer and I am utterly repulsed. He is a massive slacker. Too cool for school. His moustache looks like an extra set of eyebrows. He talks non-stop existential crap so that he can avoid his dismal reality. The constant drinking of coffee and smoking of cigarettes just makes me think of how awful he would smell. That greasy, long hair repulses me. I actually shuddered each time he dragged his fingers through it. But most of all, I remembered dating a few guys like him back in uni and they were utter TOSSERS.

But it isn’t really that surprising, I guess. It has been 17 years.

I caught the last 15 minutes of Gattaca tonight, also (must have been some Ethan Hawke movie thing going on?). I really dig Vincent/Jerome Ethan. He is flawless (well, his externals are….the whole movie is about his flawed genetics, really. But that is matter for a more serious blog post). His beautiful shiny, short hair. The tailored suits. Clean shaven….

I never though of myself of having a “type”, but I guess I do as my husband most definitely has short shiny hair, wears tailored suits and is clean-shaven at all times.

Wow. I’ve come a long way since I was 15.